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Monday, May 26, 2014

Why Today’s PC Police Would Ban ‘Blazing Saddles’

This year marks the release of the 40th
anniversary DVD of the classic comedy Blazing
Saddles, directed by the incomparable Mel Brooks. If you were too young to have seen it in
1974, it is difficult to grasp just how outrageous and daring it was at that
time; and if you were old enough to see
it then, it is sobering to realize that Blazing
Saddles couldn’t get made
today.

Starring Cleavon Little, Gene Wilder, and Young Frankenstein’s Madeline Kahn, who
actually earned a Best Supporting Actress Oscar nomination for the film, Blazing Saddles is set in 1874 in the
American West. A proposed railroad is coming through the little town of Rock Ridge,
and a conniving politician played by the
hilarious Harvey Korman wants to drive out the citizens so he can buy up the
land cheaply. As part of his plan, Korman sends them a new “sheriff,” black
convict Bart (Cleavon Little), expecting the bigoted citizens to be so repulsed
that they’ll move out or kill him – either way, Korman wins.

But Bart bonds with an alcoholic gunslinger, the Waco Kid
(Wilder), and they win the hearts of the townspeople and turn the tables on
Korman and his henchmen. Along the way, it is – as the late Roger Ebert praised
it in his 4-star review – “a
crazed grabbag of a movie that does everything to keep us laughing except hit
us over the head with a rubber chicken.” In its pre-PC era, it was bursting at
the seams with jokes about rape and flatulence, stereotypes of all races, and
more N-words than one would ever hear onscreen today outside of a Tarantino
film.

In a recent interview,
Brooks said that he had given his writers (including comedy legend Richard
Pryor) free rein:

I said to all the writers, “Look,
fellas, don’t worry, this movie will never get released. Never. [Warner Bros.]
will see it and they’ll say, ‘Let’s bury it.’ So let’s go nuts. Let’s write
things that we never would dare write.” And we did.

Crudity is nothing new to today’s movie audiences (or TV
viewers, for that matter), but in 1974 the film’s bold assault on racism stampeded
past the limits of good taste on its way to box office success, and audiences
everywhere loved it, surprising Brooks as much as anyone:

I envisioned a race riot. I thought
everybody would come after me and kill me for what I said about the Chinese,
and the blacks, and the Jews. I thought if this was shown in Waco, Texas, the
whites would storm the screen and cut it to ribbons. Because we were kind of
hoisting the black sheriff up on our shoulders and made him a hero. But Texas liked
it as much as New York.

The American Film Institute liked it too, ranking it sixth among their
100 funniest American movies of all time (ahead of two other Brooks-directed
comedies, The Producers and Young Frankenstein). Blazing Saddles accomplished a sort of
deft balance of satirical social commentary and outrageous abandon, not unlike
the creators of South Park today.

Flash forward 40 years. Instead of Blazing Saddles blazing a trail toward racial harmony, race
relations in America are more problematic now than at any point since the civil
rights struggles of the 1960s, and PC intolerance has such a stranglehold on
the current Hollywood scene (as well as our culture at large), that it’s
impossible to imagine Mel Brooks’ movie getting that green light today. “Isn’t
it strange?” he asked his interviewer rhetorically,

It could hardly be made then.
Certainly not 10 years before then. And now it’s suddenly, it’s 40 years later,
it cannot be made today. That’s weird. The prejudices or whatever, the
restrictions, should have thoroughly diluted by now, and here we are — it’s
amazing. We’re playing it safe.

Comedy can break down barriers and unite people over
sensitive issues that otherwise can’t be discussed comfortably or even rationally
– all while seducing people to laugh at themselves and others. It is the enemy
of political correctness, which is the humorless enforcement of speech codes to
control the language and advance a political agenda.

Forty years ago, Blazing Saddles had audiences everywhere
laughing at the N-Word, defusing its ugly power; today that word is cause for
media lynchings. Our culture has succumbed to a PC intolerance that only
divides, never heals or unites. Mel Brooks couldn’t get that movie made now,
and that’s the tragedy of one of the funniest American movies of all time.

About Me

Mark is the editor of TruthRevolt and a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the David Horowitz Freedom Center. He writes about culture and politics for Acculturated, FrontPage Magazine, The Federalist, The New Criterion, and elsewhere. He has made television appearances on CNN, Glenn Beck and elsewhere, as well as many radio and public appearances.
Mark has worked on numerous films including co-writing the award-winning documentary “Jihad in America: The Grand Deception.”
He is currently adapting a book for the big screen and writing one of his own for Templeton Press.